The dinner was very filling and having our stomachs satisfying again thanks to the efforts of the cooking team of the day (for the sake of justice we decided that we will have those-different people cooking on different days), we dispersed to our rooms to rest for a little while. Being so excited and once again prompted by the unknown specie of the same old bug almost everybody came to the room where Bogdan, I and Igor stayed as the French people say make part of the impressions. Different things started happening to the tired people. At one point we started having mass hallucinations. I had a bag with dirty clothes in it and as I was holding it somebody said that it was Igor's hand-made-hang-on-the-neck wallet that he brought for this trip with its red string and white body of the money-storing device. Igor got enraged by such an occurrence-what in the world his wallet was doing in my bag for dirty clothes, you know. But in reality as everyone understood later it was my sock that somehow (I wonder how) got tied to my shorts' string and in tandem gave us the deceitful impression of being something else. At the realization everybody just cracked with laughter waking up the entire neighborhood that had to put up with us this night.
It was around 10 p.m. already. Some people were trying to desperately go to sleep while our merry group was sitting in our room on all kinds on things (garbage can is not such a bad thing to sit on in Holland) cracking all kinds of jokes. We had no idea what was to happen the next minute-we became the victims again of God's prompting hand. He prompted Monica to say these words,
|
|
